We went to lunch. But we didn’t go where we normally would go. She chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the office,

Jane said, “You know, it’s such a beautiful day… We don’t need to go straight back to the office, do we?”

I responded, “I guess not. What do you have in mind?” She said, “Let’s drop by my apartment; it’s just around the corner.”

After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, ‘Boss, if you don’t mind, I’m going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I’ll be right back.”

“Ok,” I nervously replied.

She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes; she came out carrying a huge birthday cake… Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing Happy Birthday.

And I just sat there…On the couch…Naked.

DEATH BED

Jake was on his deathbed while his wife, Becky, maintained a steady vigil by his side. As she held his fragile hand, her warm tears ran silently down her face, splashed onto his, and roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to quiver with sound.

“My darling Becky,” he whispered.

“Hush, my love,” she said. “Go back to sleep Shhh! don’t talk.”

But he was insistent. “Becky,” he said in his tired voice. “I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you.”